"Fledermaus Can't Get It", by Von Südenfed.
On the one hand, this song demonstrates, if proof were needed, the undiminished charismatic POWER of Mark E Smith.
On the other hand, it sounds like somebody's uncle, blind drunk, wandered into a huge warehouse dance party (do they still have those?), took over the microphone, and started ranting about things of which only he was aware, and everyone was too polite to do anything other than pretend, uncomfortably, that he wasn't there at all.
Which, of course, may be exactly what happened.
